Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Family Man
Interprète
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Conner Root
Paroles/Composition
Bryan Thomas
Paroles/Composition
Josh Mcleod
Composition
Nicolas Henry
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Family Man
Production
Derek Orsi
Production
Dave Traina
Production
Ryan Batistuzzi
Ingénierie de mixage
Ryan Morey
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
This is your calling
But it's not your time your time your time
You're under my skin
For a while and a while and a while
You start crawling
Living between my bones
Tissue eater breeding broken homes
How many legs do you got I count a hundred from here
You're you're, you're just an earthworm living
In this suicidal cowboy's ear
And I said it's unholy the amount of times
I thought about what I wanna say
To you
How many lives do you got
I see far too many for one person
Validate me this I don't see that
You can bet your ass I learned that lesson
Cause when it's said and done, it don't matter much cause
Yo'll always just be a crawler
Ah you're just a crawler
Deep down inside I know that I'm a token
Not of your appreciation
Rather for someone who's completely broken
And as I sit down
And think about all the possibilities
I always know which one is true
And it always seems to be you
And when the vapor of light
It hits your eyes just right
I can see myself
Becoming a crawler
Too
I'm a crawler
I'm a crawler
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